Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Divine

Bread bones dust my lips,
but I turn my face from wine
and scent/seek instead

the pale, pagan pulse
river rushing sacrament
just . . . under. . . your skin.

A bit of True Blood haiku . . .for Open Link Night at dVerse.


39 comments:

Susan Daniels said...

Ohhhh--the trubie fan I am loves this--even if I was not a fan, I would savor these images. Well done.

Pat Hatt said...

Vampires, geez haha sadly I've watched the show too.

Joseph Hesch said...

Not a vamp guy, but I loves me some Mama Z haiku!

Frank Watson said...

I love the pulsing feel and eroticism of your haikus.

Blood beneath
the skin—once pierced
A drop escapes

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Ooh- la-la, sexy and creepy just like me!

Daydreamertoo said...

Oooo.. sexy MZ but, that tongue poking out of her mouth doesn't look to sexy to me at all..haha

Steve King said...

Gives new meaning to the ideal of sacrament...strong, focused, intense in image and word. Great job.

awakenedwords said...

nothing as eternally sexy as the vampire(ss)

Myrna R. said...

This is bloody and hot. Vampires and people like me, love it.

Mary said...

This is bloody good!

mrs mediocrity said...

ooh... chills!

Fireblossom said...

Suddenly, my lemon/lime kool aid seems really wimpy.

Love the music.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

This is chillingly erotic--Loved it!

Helen said...

OOOOOOOh ... I wanna do bad things with you ... what a lyric! ~~ what a poem!!!

kaykuala said...

Vampires and blood evoke some feelings of mysticism. A little dose of them good at times. Nicely MZ

Hank

flipside records said...

Oh man, I love that song ... especially "I wanna do bad things with you." I think that line alone would draw out the vampire in even the wimpiest character.

I'm crazy about what you've done here with the layered meaning: "I turn my face from wine and scent/seek instead" ... On one hand, you're turning from scent to seek instead. On the other hand, you're turning from wine to scent-seek (seek by following the scent of your prey). I think there might also be a bit of "sense"/"senses" play in there as well. On one hand, you're seeking using your senses. On the other hand, you're making an effort to seek using some semblance of sense (perhaps).

I'm still rolling around "bread bones" in my head. What a deviation from traditional communion! I think this is hard bread, perhaps those little wafers.

I like your word play in the second stanza as well. What you are after is a river that runs beneath someone's skin. But also, perhaps the "pagan pulse" is your own and it is your pulse that is getting under the skin of your prey. I would think there would be quite a connection between the hunter and hunted ... just before the slaughter, at least. :)

Susan said...

When at the altar wine transubstantiates into the blood of Christ, are we in the same territory?

hedgewitch said...

So many tropes in this--you paint the mystery of the other, their very life, that we want to feed on, just below what they show the world, something only they (and we) can have. Eternally seductive, that life force.

PoppySilver said...

This is awesome! Enjoyed every word! :)

Brian Miller said...

smiles...love the allusions to communion...and vampirism...i wanted to be one at an earlier age....

ayala said...

Cool...

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

Eeks! But will she still respect him in the morning?
Rick

marousia said...

Love it! I am a True Blood fan :)

Natasha Head said...

Ha! Just a bit of absolute awesomeness! Love! Love! Love! Haiku with bite ;)

Grace said...

I love that second haiku...very well done ~

Ella said...

I, too love the second one, but the first one rocks, too~!
I am a True Blood fan ;D

Kiana said...

Love the first one, sends me straight into True Blood moments!!

lookingforroots said...

Bread bones is a most excellent phrase. Lovely haiku.

Arron Shilling said...


i love true blood . . .
and the T.V show too :D

this is way cool mama . . .
must have been thirsty work . . .

you need a white cell shake huh?!

:F

ds said...

pale pagan pulse...shivers...bread bones...more shivers
wonderful, and i know nothing of true blood.

manicddaily said...

Simply - ha! k.

my heart's love songs said...

i haven't gotten to see 'True Blood' {i don't get the channel} but even without that reference, i LOVE this poem!

"the pale, pagan pulse
river rushing sacrament
just. . . under. . .your skin."

very sensual and dangerous!

She Writes said...

HAH! One of my favorite shows!

I love the Haiku's sensual undertones.

Laurie Kolp said...

Tasty!

Bodhirose said...

I've loved that song from the minute I heard it on the show! LOVE it! And love that True Blood haiku homage...yeah, MZ!

(Having a hard time posting...)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, kiddo......so good it freaks me out a little.

RMP said...

that was a tasty little treat.

I too care little for wine, though I can't say the pulsing river draws me either.

PattiKen said...

Another vote for the second haiku here. Truly shivery.

Fred Rutherford said...

Never saw the show or read the books, but I know what it's about, and this is a great poetic rendering/tribute to it and no less, in your impeccably produced haiku. Great write. Thanks